Wednesday, April 25, 2012

A flag at half mast
I failed
for the battle was a proxy for the one inside my head
I can't resolve
some flailing out at some deep past injustice
I long ago surrendered to...
So much easier to look in the light
with its wasted lives and starving people
than the shadow where the truth lies
not yet melted of its frost
while nearby dogwoods blossom
without fragrance merely a moment's opening
to endlessness
waiting with infinite patience

1 comment:

"a moment's opening/to endlessness..." That is a lovely way to put it.

The last line made me think a bit. I'm trying to think of what in the poem has infinite patience. Is it the dogwood? Or the blossoms on the tree? Or maybe no need for the distinction. But that last little bit is really lingering with me...the idea that there is patience required in what blossoms and goes away.